Home Poem

Home feels like...chilling in my black leather bed. The cozy squishy mattress beneath me, listening to music. I go outside to ride my bike, I ride on the gravel driveway, CRACK CRUNCH POP under the tires of my matte blue bike, seeing the pine trees swaying in the wind like they were dancing hearing the creaking of trees. My dad cooking burgers on the grill SIZZLE SIZZLE the smokey smell wafting to where I play video games On a Saturday morning I taste the sweet fluffy texture, of melting pancakes and maple syrup in my mouth.